TREBELL.  Oh, yes, I am ... up to kissing point.

      She does not shrink, but speaks with just a shade of contempt.

AMY O’CONNELL.  You get that far more easily than a woman.  That’s one of my grudges against men.  Why can’t women take love-affairs so lightly?

TREBELL.  There are reasons.  But make a good beginning with this one.  Kiss me at once.

      He leans towards her.  She considers him quite calmly.

AMY O’CONNELL.  No.

TREBELL.  When will you, then?

AMY O’CONNELL.  When I can’t help myself ... if that time ever comes.

TREBELL. [Accepting the postponement in a business-like spirit.] Well ... 
I’m an impatient man.

AMY O’CONNELL. [Confessing engagingly.] I made up my mind to bring you within arms’ length of me when we’d met at Lady Percival’s.  Do you remember? [His face shows no sign of it.] It was the day after your speech on the Budget.

TREBELL.  Then I remember.  But I haven’t observed the process.

AMY O’CONNELL. [Subtly.] Your sister grew to like me very soon.  That’s all the cunning there has been.

TREBELL.  The rest is just mutual attraction?

AMY O’CONNELL.  And opportunities.

TREBELL.  Such as this.

      At the drop of their voices they become conscious of the silent
      house.

AMY O’CONNELL.  Do you really think everyone has gone to bed?

TREBELL. [Disregardful.] And what is it makes my pressing attentions endurable ... if one may ask?

AMY O’CONNELL.  Some spiritual need or other, I suppose, which makes me risk unhappiness ... in fact, welcome it.

TREBELL. [With great briskness.] Your present need is a good shaking....  I seriously mean that.  You get to attach importance to these shades of emotion.  A slight physical shock would settle them all.  That’s why I asked you to kiss me just now.

AMY O’CONNELL.  You haven’t very nice ideas, have you?

TREBELL.  There are three facts in life that call up emotion ...  Birth,
Death, and the Desire for Children.  The niceties are shams.

AMY O’CONNELL.  Then why do you want to kiss me?

TREBELL.  I don’t ... seriously.  But I shall in a minute just to finish the argument.  Too much diplomacy always ends in a fight.

AMY O’CONNELL.  And if I don’t fight ... it’d be no fun for you, I suppose?

TREBELL.  You would get that much good out of me.  For it’s my point of honour ... to leave nothing I touch as I find it.

      He is very close to her.

AMY O’CONNELL.  You’re frightening me a little ...

TREBELL.  Come and look at the stars again.  Come along.

AMY O’CONNELL.  Give me my wrap ... [He takes it up, but holds it.] Well, put it on me. [He puts it round her, but does not withdraw his arms.] Be careful, the stars are looking at you.